Elders, the three oldest vampire in the world, they maintain the veil, or law. It is a vampire’s life of secrecy or death.”
"Okay, stop; the teens in your club, Underworld; I mean have you never heard of Twilight?! It’s not that big of a fucking secret."
"Did you believe any of that garbage? Night Children or as the news put it: ‘teens who took an appalling act too far’ are just a fad. Underworld and Twilight are just dark fiction and stupid fiction respectfully. We are hidden thanks to all of that. This is the age of science, not monsters and myth.” I opened my mouth to interject, but he went on and raised his voice. “Although the more pressing problem is that I’ve given you my blood to heal your injuries."
"So you saved my life and now I am to be your pet, bound to you by some addiction? Or you’re going to kill me out of regret,” I stated as if it were fact.
"You are a human being and no one's pet, and no matter what happens to me because of it, I will never regret saving your life!" he said loudly, turning and raising his hands in the air angrily.
"Then what’s the problem?!" I yelled, jumping from skepticism back to anger.
“I’m dead, goddamn it! You’re alive; we are opposing forces that have clashed for nearly as long as humankind has existed. To give a human vampire blood without taking their life fucks everything up. We are only supposed to take. Death and life cannot occupy the same space at the same time,” he said, pacing. It looked like his arms would blur because they moved so fast at times.
“You’re dead?" He stopped pacing and was in front of me. He took my hand and placed it to his chest holding it there as he took a deep breath. I felt nothing beat in his chest and, flinching away. "Okay, say I believe this, which I don’t by the way," I couldn’t hide the quiver in my voice, "why tell me any of this? Isn’t this breaking some secrecy or whatever?”
“I gave you my blood already, there is nothing worse than that,” he said, his voice returning to normal. “I’m sorry for yelling, I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just that I never wanted to do this, not in this way, at least.”
“Do what?”
“I didn’t want to see you again and it be us angry at each other,” he said, looking at me for the first time in a while. Our eyes met for a moment and then we looked away from each other. It was silent for a while, the city's noise in the background not intruding.
“Well, what now? Do you kill me tonight, or what?”
“What?” he asked, looking shocked.
“You said you would have to kill me, didn’t you?”
“If they were to order it… I don’t know.”
“Why not just kill me now and save yourself the trouble?”
“You still don’t get it, do you? The whole point of this was to keep you alive. I want…” He seemed to think better of what he was going to say.
“You want what?”
“No, I need you to come with me to see the Elders.” It felt like he was going to say something else, but I didn’t press the issue.
“Why do we need to meet these Elders?”
“They will have to know about you. There is no higher crime than this, apart from lifting the veil, which I have done as well, I guess.
“I’m sorry, but no.”
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